When I was young, I wanted to be a poet. I wrote a lot of very bad poetry during my teenage years.

It’s been a long time since I made poetry a habit. Still, I generally jot a few lines every year, and then forget about them. Sometimes — like tonight — I’ll stumble upon something I’ve written and think, “Wow. That’s actually pretty good.”

The poem I found tonight was this untitled bit, which is dated 11 September 2001:

In the twilight

the colors bleed and fade —

what once was red, or blue, or green,

is now black. Or white.

The approaching darkness

casts long shadows, cloaking

all that once danced in light,

consuming warmth, producing fright.

I like this because it works on multiple levels. Superficially, it is evocative of dusk. Symbolically, it represents the tone of that time: the aura of approaching gloom.

On the other hand, maybe it’s just as sophomoric as all the other poetry I’ve ever written…

One Reply to “In the Twilight”

  1. Mom says:

    It took me a little while at first to realize that this was written on 9/11. I feel it is true to the feelings of that day.

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